Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standing hymn nuhana J&J's, Harold chicken, good finger licking While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Kenwood Liquors The winos crooked stagger meets the high stride of the use searching for the truth They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full Prisons packed, bubbling over in brown sugar They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended Our hope has descended and off to the side Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim Dedicated, to my grandmother Peace! And much love to you YEAH!! And it start 1st and, 15, proudly present You know what it is See.. I got this philosophy right I think the world, and everything in it Is made up of a mix, of two things You got your good, you know, and you're bad You got your food, and your liquor That's right.. Chilly Chill! You already know, it's a long time coming I give you my.. I give you my heart My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings My experience, nothing more, and nothing less Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So With no further adieux... Lupe, Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor".
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standing hymn nuhana J&J's, Harold chicken, good finger licking While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Kenwood Liquors The winos crooked stagger meets the high stride of the use searching for the truth They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full Prisons packed, bubbling over in brown sugar They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended Our hope has descended and off to the side Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim Dedicated, to my grandmother Peace! And much love to you YEAH!! And it start 1st and, 15, proudly present You know what it is See.. I got this philosophy right I think the world, and everything in it Is made up of a mix, of two things You got your good, you know, and you're bad You got your food, and your liquor That's right.. Chilly Chill! You already know, it's a long time coming I give you my.. I give you my heart My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings My experience, nothing more, and nothing less Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So With no further adieux... Lupe, Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor".
